“Away out West. Among the cowboys and Indians!”
“Cowboys and Indians!” exclaimed the reporter.
“Yes, I’m sure there must be buffaloes out there, too, for I have looked up the place on a map, and there is a city called Buffalo, not far from where my dear, lost boy posted this letter. Oh, I have read of your terrible Indians; and your cowboys, the brave fellows! If they have my son he is sure to be safe.”
“But in what part of the West is he?” asked Larry. “There are not many Indians left in this country. Of course there are plenty of cowboys, but the buffaloes are about exterminated. Where is Lorenzo?”
“Here is the letter!” exclaimed the anxious mother. “The postmark on the envelope is Detroit.”
“Detroit! In Michigan!” cried Larry. “Near the dividing point between Lake Huron and Lake Erie. So they have taken him out to the Great Lakes’ region. Well, it is something to know where to start to look for him.”
“The lakes! The lakes!” murmured the singer. “Do you think they took him there to——”
She did not finish.
“Now don’t worry!” exclaimed Larry heartily. “He is in no danger from those lakes, any more than he would be from the waters around New York.”
“But the Indians! The buffaloes! Will the cowboys be able to save him from them?”